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Date: 2009-01-11 02:29 pm (UTC)He tried to appear nonchalant as he handed the tablet back to her. "It's possible your ideas may have some merit," he said dismissively. It was either that, or jump up and down like a little girl in glee at the possibilities. Being aloof was more dignified, especially when around one's new daughter.
Rory, far from being put out, beamed at the praise.
I love this little moment of approval, McKay-style, just before the action starts. The daddy-daughter bonding throughout is wonderful and awww-inducing while still being true to character. Oh, Rodney :).
"Genetics 101, Dr. Mendel!"
And how much do I love the snark in life-or-death situations? Thiiiiis much :).